Playing strangers

The sounds of heels clicking were loud in the semi-darkness of the cheap hotel room as she tried to be as close to a random whore as possible, putting on her most seductive smile as she looked at the man on the bed. She quickly took off her light red robe and remained only in her underwear, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue, more because she was nervous than from excitement. She swallowed, reminding herself this was all just part of the game - a game he, now she, and her girlfriend who, ad she though were now in this guy's body, had agreed to play, thanks to the medallion of the Zulu.

“So, baby,” she purred, trying to inject confidence into her voice, though it wavered slightly. “Are you ready for a good time?”

The man smirked, his eyes narrowing as they roved over her body. There was something in his look that made her uneasy, but she brushed it off. This was just her girlfriend playing the part, right? Maybe she was getting too into it. “I paid good money for this, sweetheart,” he said in his suddenly rough voice “So yeah, I’m ready. Now, let’s see what you’ve got.”

She smiled, trying to play her part. “So, mister, how do you want this to go?” She was not a hooker and was sure that it was just a deep role play and nothing more, so she didn't expect her girlfriend... this guy would act like he was actually paying for it.

The man’s response was a barking laugh. He leaned back and spread his legs. "Get down on your knees, bitch, and get to work," he commanded and took a sip of beer from his bottle. "And make it good!"

Her smile faltered slightly, but she quickly recovered. “Oh, you mean... well, I didn’t... um... I didn't really agree to that kind of thing." She felt a flush creep up her neck to her cheeks. She tried to laugh, a nervous, shaky sound. “You’re really getting into character, huh?” she said, trying to keep the mood light, trying to convince herself this was still just a game. “But you don’t have to be so rough…”

He didn’t laugh back. "Shut the fuck up and get on your knees, you stupid cunt." He stood up, grabbed her wrist and roughly forced her down onto her knees. She squeaked with shock when he grabbed a handful of her hair in one hand and fisted his dick in the other. "Open up, bitch, don't waste my money with your stupid talking!"

"What the... owww... let me go, you're hurting me! Mar... ahhhh... stop... let go of my hair... mphphph..." She couldn’t speak with a cock in her mouth and tried to struggle. He held her firmly in place with the hand fisted in her hair, ignoring her protest.

"I don't need to listen to a bitch like you, I'm the client. I paid for this, I know what I want." she couldn’t help but moan softly when his cock started to harden, filling her mouth, and she started to suck and lick it, cursing her girlfriend for this unexpexted behavior, thinking that after she was freed she would say everything she thought about her.

But, unfortunately, the man in front of her was not her girlfriend - it was real man who was sure she was a real hooker. Her real girlfriend, who transformed in guy, was now arrested with medallion because she were in body of real criminal who was being searched for by cops.